Angels and Women (1924)

THE STORY OF JAVAN 249
"Hush! the sound of the river coming, coming--Eternal
Life/ Eternal Harmony!"
In another moment with a radiant smile
the eager, earnest eyes closed forever.
Aloma was dead.
My mother was buried beside our father
in the tomb on the mountain of Iapeti. On
her brow was set the crown her humility had
declined, and "The Journal," encased in imperishable
crystal, will be placed in her hand,
perchance for the benefit of future ages,
when the wonderful events of her life, recorded
therein, may have passed from the
memory of man. Upon the walls of her
tomb have we sculptured the Arbor-Vitae,
emblem of that which she saw in dying vision;
and when the shadows of death gather
over us, may we also apprehend its significance,
and with the latest breath bless the
God of Japheth and Aloma.
The words of Javan are ended.